Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"He, Kappa?!"

A Zi, who was whispering with Xiao Lan, suddenly raised his voice, as if he was startled.

"What kappa?" Touzi asked puzzledly.

What does Kappa have to do with this case?
"It's the client's name, Tachibana Sanko. If you break it down and reassemble it, it becomes the word Kappa."

"Besides, I saw a black shadow that looked like a kappa by the river last night!"

Xiaolan has always been afraid of these things.

"River, Kappa?"

"So does that mean it was the Kappa who wrote to Mr. Mori to seek justice?" It was obvious that Sugiyama didn't quite believe this, with a smile on his fat face.

You're not going to tell me that the owner of the Guangluo Hotel was also killed by a kappa, are you?

"Well..."

Officer Yamamura rubbed his chin and thought seriously.

He has read a lot of scientific reports recently and is a little hesitant about whether to believe this monster legend.

"Let's first get to know the other guests staying in the hotel other than us." Uncle Maori shook his head and turned to look at the three people at the door of the hotel.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses is named Tokubei Rokuro, 42 years old, a painter. He used to be a teacher in a primary school nearby and liked the scenery here very much.

The fat young man standing next to him was called Ikki Araiwa, 21 years old, and happened to be an elementary school student that Tokubi Rokuro had taught in the past.

"Eleven years ago, Mr. Araiwa's classmate, a boy named Tatsuhiko Numayama, was playing in the river near the hotel. As a result, he was washed into the reservoir downstream."

"The anniversary of the child's death was yesterday. When Mr. Tokubei and Mr. Araiwa went to the river to pay their respects, the innkeeper saw them and got furious."

Xiaolan and the others introduced the situation of two of them to everyone.

"Eleven years ago?"

"Could this be the murder case that the client was talking about?" Touzi asked curiously.

"It is said that it was a simple accident. It was raining heavily and the child was playing in the river alone." Uncle Maori shook his head.

It's not a homicide at all, there's no possibility of that.

"Then why doesn't the hotel owner allow others to pay their respects?" Lin Feng glanced at the policemen coming in and out, turned around and asked.

"I don't know the reason, I just know that the child named Chen Yan is his son."

Speaking of which, Uncle Maori also felt that the boss who was killed was too violent. There was a small tomb built with stones for Tatsuhiko Numayama by the river by his former classmates, which contained many of his relics.

Yesterday, Araiwa Ikki and Tokubi Rokuro were worshiping by the river. The hotel owner probably saw it from inside the hotel, so he ran over and yelled at them, and even kicked the stone tomb, breaking it.

The last man was called Nodaira Bosuke, he had a ramen-like haircut and was 45 years old. I haven't asked him any details about him, but he seemed to be very familiar with the local situation.

After a long time, the autopsy and on-site evidence collection were almost completed, and everyone followed Officer Yamamura into the hotel.

This hotel has two floors for guests to stay in, and the area is not too small.

The dead innkeeper's body was found in the attic room.

Going up the stairs from the second floor, there are only traces of white lines on the floor of the attic.

"The victim, Hanzo Numayama, was 51 years old. The forensic doctor confirmed that the cause of death was drowning." "By examining the water in the victim's stomach, we found that he must have drowned in a polluted swamp and was then brought back here by the murderer."

Officer Yamamura held the autopsy report and spoke to several people.

What was strange was that there was a pair of old-looking children's shoes thrown on the ground, and a telescope thrown by the attic window.

"It is indeed polluted water." Lin Feng walked to the window and took two breaths of fresh air. His nose was much more sensitive.

The smell in this room is quite stinky, probably the polluted water from a stinking swamp.

"But it looks like the murderer moved that water here." Conan stood by the wall and shouted at the wooden bucket under a pile of debris.

This bucket has the strongest smell.

Uncle Maori only sniffed it and immediately pinched his nose and said, "It is indeed possible."

"The murderer filled the bucket with rancid water, then forcefully pressed Mr. Hanzo's head into the water. After he died, he poured the remaining water over him."

Uncle Maori's speculation today is quite reasonable.

This wooden barrel is about the size of a washbasin and is over 30 centimeters high. If you have enough strength, it is not difficult to drown someone.

"What is the purpose of Mr. Hanzo coming to the attic?" Touzi also walked to the window, looked down at the telescope on the ground, and asked curiously.

This place looks like a hotel's storage room. There's not even a decent chair. Why did you come here with a telescope?
"I heard from the people in the hotel that the first thing he did every morning after getting up was to come to the attic and watch the river from the window."

Tokubei Rokuro pointed to the winding river in the forest and pointed it to the two people standing by the window.

"Is it because of that child?" Touzi continued to ask.

They had just heard that the child who was accidentally washed away by the flood eleven years ago was the son of the victim Numayama Hanzo.

"I think he probably doesn't want that kind of tragedy to happen again, so he stays here whenever he has time." Ikki Araiwa guessed.

As a classmate back then, he is the only one who comes to burn incense on time every year. It seems that the two children have a really good relationship.

"If that's true, why would he kick down the tomb that his classmates built with so much effort?" Xiaolan looked puzzled.

"This has happened more than once or twice." Araiwa Ikki shook his head and said.

"I think there may be some secrets hidden there. I heard that this old man often wanders alone by the river in the dead of night." The middle-aged man with ramen hair, Nohira Bosuke, smiled and spoke.

"I remember there is only one tomb of Tatsuhiko there." Uncle Maori and his friends also went there yesterday, and there was nothing strange by the river.

"What's up with this shoe?"

"Is it that child's?" Sugiyama squatted down with difficulty, looked at the shoe next to the white line and asked.

"Tatsuyako's shoes got stuck in the cracks of the rocks, so he couldn't get out and had an accident."

"The students placed the shoe that was stuck in the crack of the stone in a grave by the river."

"However, I am very sure that the shoe is for the right foot." As Tatsuhiko's teacher, Tokubei Rokuro knew a lot of inside information.

“So, why did the murderer leave the left shoe behind???”

Sugiyama was confused, feeling that none of the questions were simple. He didn't know how many brain cells he would lose if he tried to solve the case this way. (End of this chapter)